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“Draco?”
The word is said carefully. It's not meant to convey the message of, “We have to talk.” Rather, she's trying to get, “I'd like to talk, but I want to be here for you above all else,” into her subtext.
“Tom has warned me.
“About Blodwen.
“He mentioned that you knew her before, but that was long ago. Before you met him. Before you knew me. I know it's not something you're proud of, but you should know it's something I'm very proud of you for leaving.”
She moves, reaching to hold.
“I want to know what happened, the same way I want to know everything about you. But I understand. I know why you wouldn't want to talk to me about it.
“Though you should know, you have no reason to be ashamed. You are strong. You are fiercely loving. You are the husband by my side, father of our child, and no evil of your past is ever going to change that. I love you. Always have, always will.
“I hope that, one day, you will tell me, but today doesn't need to be that day.”
She leans forward, her forehead tilted enough to touch the mirror.
“Oh, that's going to sound silly...” she murmurs. “It's always the ones you want to talk to the most that are the most difficult to speak to.”
She rubs at the curve of her belly, her previous concern softly turned into a smile at the reassuring little fluttery kicks she feels.
“I do love you so, dear,” she says to her baby. “Mama sounds ridiculous right now, doesn't she?”
The flutters don't say anything different.
“Your Papa loves you, too. He worries so about us when he is the one that deserves the worry.”
Mia glances down, properly taking in her shape.
“How you will light up his life. You'll be the apple of his eye. He's already so happy to know you're here, just as I am. I'm sure he'll love to hold you, and I hope he tickles you and sings to you.”
The word is said carefully. It's not meant to convey the message of, “We have to talk.” Rather, she's trying to get, “I'd like to talk, but I want to be here for you above all else,” into her subtext.
“Tom has warned me.
“About Blodwen.
“He mentioned that you knew her before, but that was long ago. Before you met him. Before you knew me. I know it's not something you're proud of, but you should know it's something I'm very proud of you for leaving.”
She moves, reaching to hold.
“I want to know what happened, the same way I want to know everything about you. But I understand. I know why you wouldn't want to talk to me about it.
“Though you should know, you have no reason to be ashamed. You are strong. You are fiercely loving. You are the husband by my side, father of our child, and no evil of your past is ever going to change that. I love you. Always have, always will.
“I hope that, one day, you will tell me, but today doesn't need to be that day.”
She leans forward, her forehead tilted enough to touch the mirror.
“Oh, that's going to sound silly...” she murmurs. “It's always the ones you want to talk to the most that are the most difficult to speak to.”
She rubs at the curve of her belly, her previous concern softly turned into a smile at the reassuring little fluttery kicks she feels.
“I do love you so, dear,” she says to her baby. “Mama sounds ridiculous right now, doesn't she?”
The flutters don't say anything different.
“Your Papa loves you, too. He worries so about us when he is the one that deserves the worry.”
Mia glances down, properly taking in her shape.
“How you will light up his life. You'll be the apple of his eye. He's already so happy to know you're here, just as I am. I'm sure he'll love to hold you, and I hope he tickles you and sings to you.”
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"Go on."
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"I said yes. And for a time, I was a servant of the Dark."
He shook his head, "I only was given an inkling of power at first, and it... felt amazing. Felt like I could do anything I wanted. Merlin I was such a fool."
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She hasn't stopped stroking his hair and, while her voice is still concerned, she doesn't have any disappointment in it.
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He glanced away and wiped his eyes.
"Paid by offering someone else and... I can't. Not yet."
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"Oh Draco..." she whispers. "Draco, it's all right. I know that's not you, not anymore..."
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She kisses his forehead before kissing his lips.
"You're all together, here with me now. And Draco, I'm so proud of you realizing that what you had done was wrong and for walking away from it. I know it must have been hard."
She glances down a little at her stomach pressed against his.
"I think Cepheus wants you to know that he loves you, too."
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She tries stroking his hair again.
"Why don't we use this as an excuse for a holiday? Take a weekend away sometime soon. Go to Lann before it gets too cold to fish? Or maybe to Lyton?"
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"Holiday sounds lovely, maybe both? Some time in Lann, and then some in Lyton?"
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She halfway huffs.
"Now see? If you didn't tell me any of that, I might have wondered just what was so bad about this Blodwen and sought her out to ask. But now I know and now I don't plan on spending too much time in Milliways with her around."
After his last suggestion, she looks at him before giving a very pointed look at her stomach.
"How much traveling do you think I can do like this, dear?" she asks. "I'm up for some, but let's not push things. We'll see how I feel after one before stopping at another. So if you have to pick, which one would it be?"
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He considered it, "Well in that case, Lann's closer of the two. And I found some new recipes for that lovely fish of theirs."
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There is a very quiet voice of protest in the back of her mind that might even work its way to her features. The nightmare... But that was likely a Milliways bug. Surely it won't come true.
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He then studied her for a moment, "Darling, what is it?"
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"I was just thinking about the nightmare I had years ago. It happened in Lann."
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She carefully moves herself so that she's nestled her head against his shoulder.
"Lann will be all right. We have our ultrasound picture. Cepheus is doing fine."
Mia glances up at him a little.
"I can feel him kicking. Can you?"
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Hey, it's been a while since they've talked about Quidditch. A memory refresher might be a good idea.
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